I search for my empty face -
I peer into mirrors -
My eyes gleam full of absence
I search for my empty face -
Becoming
Bride-White paper pale,
solemn, teary, gone - I scream!
I further flee,
to
difficult dazed deserted lanes:
myself and me in looted
Dudley, West Midlands Cemetery;
the graves have empty grown
Am I ne'er to be discovered again?
I swear, I slept Moments ago
Quite vague be my memory -sleeping
here,
amongst these empty graves;
I understand my Insomnia now -
never 'gain shall I sleep ?
My Invisibility,
as I Lived last LifeTime
shall deter them from discovering me,
since I am
lf I am; yes! I am - I have flown
I shall live alone until he finds me
....
Pale as paper, I further flee,
to
difficult dazed deserted lanes:
myself in looted
Dudley, West Midlands Cemetery,
where the graves have grown empty -
Am I ne'er to be discovered again?
I swear, I slept uneasily here, Moments ago
********
She shall forever perish
If he should not search for her deeply,
desperately
*********
Near, we were wed.
Their joyful, imprisoned, mournful, enamoured Spirits,
The Priory's ancient nuns and monks
I witnessed as they flew about
the British Winter's Rain
*********
I shall for ever perish
If you do not search for me
deeply
desperately
